Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathering

Today’s post is dedicated to fathers: mine, him, his, yours and fathers everywhere.

First a little thank you.

Fathering
  
I will never be
a mother,
let alone a father.
So I don’t know
the half of it.
I only know 
how to be lucky 
to have one
and follow in his footsteps. 

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Here is my father walking in the Giardino dei tarocchi – which makes it the third photo from this garden to be featured in the last four posts – and some other fathers in action, ending with several that my camera caught randomly while fathering. I thank you all.

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  Let’s follow my father.

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  Father in 1963 as part of Branik Maribor basketball team. Not sure which one he is?

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  Here is the team in 2016 in the same order. Easier now? (No? He is second from left.) Photo: Gert Angleitner

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  How to approach a more powerful entity: with caution. (Giardino dei tarocchi)

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  How to fake it till you make it: reliving days of such live action in Rome (with a fake microphone).

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  How to be happy: a Tuscan trip to Scarlino (check out bestia). Photo: Amore.

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  Another father: amore and his girls for the first time together in Slovenia.

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  A refreshment in Ljubljana by the river.

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  Him as the son. Strolling along our beach near Capalbio.

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  His father wrote a birthday note to my mother from country to country (and often gifts her plants.)

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  And now a selection of randomly caught family men. In Pantheon, Rome.

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  In Pisa.

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  In Castiglione della Pescaia.

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  In Bernardin, Slovenia.

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  In Piran, Slovenia. Relieved father of the abseiling princess (every year a different princess comes down from the church tower).

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  In Piran. No proof that he is his father, but I can tell that he will grow into a gentle one.

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  And finally, bestia has something to say: “Sorry!”

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #197: Fathers